There are plenty of reasons why I don’t necessarily like St. Patrick’s Day. My grandfather died on St. Patrick’s Day; I had one of the worst days of my life on St. Patrick’s Day.
While I do occasionally enjoy a green beer or a boiled potato; I would much rather just not celebrate the holiday at all.
But I did. I went down to New Orleans. Went to a few parades, where you give away kisses for fake flowers. It was quite the spectacle. I was also only a little shocked to find that out. But then of course, having a garter put on your leg by an attractive Italian acting man? I was totally okay with that.
And seeing as how Ms. Lindsey lives there now, you can pretty much guess I’ll be down there all the time.
I sure hope y’all had a great St. Patty’s Day!